Ode To My Chiropractor

I think my chiropractor takes first place on my list of health care professionals. It's pretty close between him and Christer, my tummy-doc but Martin (the chiroproctor) is great because he gets such immediate results. My appointment was at 8.30 am, now an hour later I am sitting at my desk in only very mild pain - a HUGE improvement. I love it. And he thought I should get well after just this visit. Woohoo!!! No more old lady!!!
I have started thinking though... since there always seems to be something wrong with me - should I really procreate? I mean granted, none of my ailments are technically hereditary, but it does seem that I was not put together quite right. Or maybe I should just not let my kids snowboard their back into disalignment... or eat too much dairy... not that I know if that's gonna help.
Anywho, back to work. I have a text on what is being done about human trafficking in Sweden to write... very uplifting subject!

I'm all alone...

Weird feeling. We have the afternoon for independent study, and I'm the only one still in school. Very empty and quite lonely really. Only reason I'm here is that I've thrown out my back again, and the chairs here are so much better than the ones around my kitchen table at home... Since Friday night when it happened (not 100% sure what actually did happen...)I've been thinking that however fun Friday night may have been, it was not worth this much pain. The hang-over maybe, but not the back. So I'm back to the chiropractor - soon hopefully!
It's already wednesday again! Time flies. Getting old again... But at least this week end we get to start packing up the apartment to store all the stuff that shouldn't be there for the showing. They'll be taking pictures for the web next week, and showing just after Easter. Scarry, but very very exciting! :) We're both getting rather impatient now to get moving. Especially now that the drunks are becoming ever more attracted to the park down the street, and walk past our window yelling every night. I thought 4 flights would have made that not such a problem, but was I ever wrong!
And now I think I will go home after all. Hopefully I'll get there after the dog walking lady has dropped Pasco off again. She gets ever so annoyed when she sees that we came home earlier unplanned - again. Strikes me that she really shouldn't care seeing as how we do pay her... anywho - more next time...

Politics

Politics is a funny thing. So many people get so worked up about whichever party they belong to, which I just can't help but find somewhat amusing. I, like everyone else (or at least it should be everyone else!) vote, and have my oppinions of right and wrong. I however have also accepted that I vote for the party that has the ideas and ambitions that I agree with most. I don't agree with any of them one hundred percent, and I also accept that everything they say in the campaign is not going to happen. But that's the same for any party. None of them are perfect - that would be utopia - and none of them are going to make this country into the perfect state. Since people are involved - there will never be such a thing. But some people don't seem to want to see this, or they just ignore the fact that everyone has faults. I can happily acknowledge that "my party" isn't perfect, but at least they prioritise what I prioritise. I guess it has to do with me being rather disillusioned with the Swedish state of mind too... Not that I don't like it here, but some of the attitudes here drive me nuts. I think you have to have grown up here to accept them up front. I've lived here for a few years now, and have voted in two elections. But I still can't say that I feel like a real Swede. My passport is Swedish, and I love Swedish nature, and the fact that we build proper houses - but other than that, I just don't feel it. The love I mean. Maybe it will come.
Funny - in writing this I find that, despite all the above, I am quite passionate about my views. I won't go into them here - don't like discussing politics with people, it always gets ugly - but most of you know where my loyalties lie... Maybe I am, even if it is reluctantly, becoming a Swede. What a very odd thought. Just as well I suppose, since with Nicklas in school I won't be leaving any time soon... even if it does tempt me at times...

Another Day, Another Project

Friday. Finally. Although this week has gone incredibly quickly. We now have a new project to work on. My first web page is done - for what it's worth, and we're moving on to doing an information website about human trafficking. Pretty cool although not completely uplifting... We'll see how it goes.
The first web page went alright. Hadn't made any huge bloopers, although looking at some of the other pages that were presented I felt like I had missed quite a bit. Ok, so most of the ones that I was jealous of were made by people who have a) been doing this for some time, and b) are doing the graphic design variation of my course. There was a point to not choosing that one in my case, namely that design isn't my strongest point. I don't think I suck at it but I'm not quite a creative as some of them, that's for sure.
Anyway, tonight Nicklas has invited some friends over. Should be fun even though the apartment is still so full of boxes and stuff, that I'm not quite sure how they're all going to fit!

Some Days...

are just crap from beginning to end. You know when you wake up that something is just a little bit off, and it doesn't seem to go away. Well that day is today. Saturdays are usually a favourite with me, but I suppose knowing it was Saturday and I had a trip to Ikea to look forward to kind of bummed it from the start. Ikea wasn't a complete waste though. We managed to get there before most of the families who bring all the kids and grandma along for the ride. Why do they do that?? Anyway, we managed to find a few things that will be good for the new apartment. Among other things a bed that will in total be about the same that just the frame that we were considering before would have cost... and we came home with the moving boxes that were the reason for our trip in the first place - along with a few toys for Pasco. I swear that dog got on a plane and came to heaven. Spoiled little brat is what he is. But cute - which some days really is the only reason we keep him around! :)
To add to the joy of the day, the apartment is a mess. We have boxes and things EVERYWHERE, since we have no storage room left. At least we can start moving stuff out for the showing at the turn of the month. I cannot wait for a bigger apartment! At which point I have decided that a lot of stuff is going to have been thrown out as well. I just can't be bothered with it at the moment... so I suppose I'll have to blame myself for the mess. And now it is time for me to do some well needed studying. Have a website due Wednesday.

My Stomach

I believe it may just be a miracle! I went to the doc yesterday (Thank you Christer!). This is the first time that they haven't looked at me like I'm crazy, and actually confirmed my own diagnosis right away. It is most probably IBS. It actually felt even better than expected to have your constant pain and agony named and recongnised, rather than ignored and dismissed. So now I'm on more meds to help calm my system, and I'm to keep off the fat and the caffeine and all that, which I already was. He's sending me to the specialists at Ersta so I can have all the remaining tests like - colonoscopy... NOT looking forward to that, but Christer said it's not as bad as it sounds. Not so sure I believe him...
Sadly I have no hopes that all this is actually going to lead to a cure, but I feel better on the careful diet than off, so I think I'll stick to it. Maybe not to the extreme, but most of the time seems to help enough :)I'm taking bulk fibres and all sorts of calming things for my intestines... And drinking oh so much peppermint tea. Good thing I actually like the stuff, or I'd be in a really bad way!
As a little perk and a bonus going off the candy has done what I was hoping - the back fat (or camel humps as Annika calls them...)are receding. Yippee! And it's not even as hard as I was expecting. Good thing I can still eat things made with cocoa powder though, or I'd be in real trouble. I've realised that chocolate sauce is as easy as cocoa powder, sugar and a little bit of soymilk heated in the microwave and stirred. Mmmm, YUM! I really do miss kebabs though. At least pizza can be made healthily at home :)
Today is all about photoshoping my first web page for school - and waiting for the final bid on Nicklas' apartment of course. Last bid was 1,470,000 - Insane! And they're still going too! He's a really happy puppy right about now - except for his math exam this afternoon of course... Am getting rather excited about selling my aparment soon too! See the dollar signs rolling in my eyes?? ;)

Late Night Revelries

...or not so late night as it turns out. Because even if it feels like very late night, it is in fact only 10.56 pm. This makes me feel like I should feel somewhat sad and old, but it just doesn't. Some would think that at 26, I should still be living out my youth and clubbing until dawn every chance I get but fact is - I just don't have the energy. I just returned home from a wonderful dinner with friends, whereof the male half decided that venturing out into the Stockholm nightlife was a good idea, and the female half preferred to return home to bed with some sort of candy in our pockets. (Except for Ida ofcourse, who I think would have preferred a full night out ont he town but couldn't quite convince us...Sorry! :) ) My thought is - why do I feel ike I should be wanting to go out more? I don't actually feel that, just feel like I should feel that. Is this me getting "old"? Because 26 going on 27 just doensn't feel old to me. God knows I've done my fare share of far too long nights and drunken stupers, and I just feel like a nice buzz is all I need. Especially on a Friday night! Besides, I now have a cute little dog who needs someone's attention every now and then. So tonight I used him as an excuse. (but fact is he actually did need some tlc and a pee-round). Some of my friends have remarked on how much like having a child it must be, since we can leave him, but not too long. And it is quite like that I suppose, and yet I have thus far never regeretted it. On that note - I wish all well for the coming week end and look forward to a nice sleep-in tomorrow morning. As long as Pasco agrees that is...
Can I also - just as a random thought say - how very difficult it is to type correclty with a bottle of wine under your belt. I apologize for any misspelling and typing that may have occurred in the above. It seems that Pasco is wanting to send a "Squeek Squeek" out to all his dog pals out there who know the meaning of a good squirrel toy. Happy Weekend!

Good old criticism

Criticism is a funny thing. Even if someone starts off their judgement by saying - this was really good - it really makes no difference whatsoever when they add that "but" and start clanking. Even if it's constructive criticism, and it's great to move forward, it still doesn't make for a fun afternoon. Because although I mentally know that it's a necessary evil, and without it I won't be improving - emotionally it just doens't quite hit home the way it should. I'm hoping that this is another one of those things that I can get used to enough to let it not bother me. Kind of like blushing profusely while speaking in front of an audience - even if I know everyone in the room, I just can't help that involuntary reaction. So that along with once again wondering why on earth so many seem to think that it is ok to pee in subway stations, are the thoughts that have stayed with me during the day. I am just so sick of the smell of urine.